Aggi Where do you buy Dutchy Re: Re: Addition to my previous post

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Hi Bill,

This is what I posted recently. It contains the U.S. suppliers of the Dutchy's

(predator mites).

God bless you, too.

Take care Bill !

Aggi

" I am still not mite-free, but my life quality

has just so much improved and the Dutchy's have helped me achieving it big time.

The Dutchy is a mite, a natural predator of the bird mite. I purchased them in

Holland, that's why they are called Dutchy's ;-)

Tha latin name is

Hypoaspis miles (which is Dutchy's) or Hypoaspis aculeifer.

Here are US suppliers for both.

>>

>>http://store.evergreengrowers.com/prostores/servlet/Detail?no=1

>>

>>http://www.everwoodfarm.com/Prodview.asp?idProduct=969

>>

Do not worry that the predators would bother or bite you. I did not notice them

at all. They're doing their job quietly in the background.

When the job is finished, they will start to eat up each other. It is fantastic.

My home and car are almost mite-free now. I am going to get more Dutchy's for my

office next. "

> >> > > > > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > > > > > > The company selling the mites is called REFONA, but

> >> > they do

> >> > > > not

> >> > > > > > > > have an

> >> > > > > > > > > > > > English site. This is all I could find on a forum.

> >> > > > > > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > > > > > > Dutchy's - Biological Control for mite - where to get

> >> > it

> >> > > > for UK

> >> > > > > > &

> >> > > > > > > > > > Ireland

> >> > > > > > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > > > > > >

> >> > ----------------------------------------------------------

> >> > > > > > > > > > > > My vet who is Dutch but liviing in Ireland told me of

a

> >> > > > > > biological

> >> > > > > > > > > > control

> >> > > > > > > > > > > > for mite called Dutchy's, apparently you put these

guys

> >> > > > (some

> >> > > > > > sort

> >> > > > > > > > of

> >> > > > > > > > > > tiny

> >> > > > > > > > > > > > insect) into the coop, and they eat the mite and die

> >> > off

> >> > > > once

> >> > > > > > there

> >> > > > > > > > are

> >> > > > > > > > > > no

> >> > > > > > > > > > > > mite left to eat. The vets parents use it all the

time

> >> > and

> >> > > > it

> >> > > > > > > > works.

> >> > > > > > > > > > The

> >> > > > > > > > > > > > website she gave me was

> >> > > > > > > > > > > >

http://www.refona.nl/refona/pages/de/dutchy-s-r.phpbut

> >> > > > > > neither my

> >> > > > > > > > > > Dutch

> >> > > > > > > > > > > > or German are that good, the bit I did understand

when

> >> > I

> >> > > > tried

> >> > > > > > to

> >> > > > > > > > > > register

> >> > > > > > > > > > > > was that there wasnt an option to ship to Ireland.

> >> > Anyone

> >> > > > know

> >> > > > > > > > where

> >> > > > > > > > > > else

> >> > > > > > > > > > > > you can buy on line?

> >> > > > > > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > > > > > > Aisling

> >> > > > > > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > > > > > --

> >> > > > > > > > > > > They shut the road through the woods

> >> > > > > > > > > > > Seventy years ago.

> >> > > > > > > > > > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> >> > > > > > > > > > > And now you would never know

> >> > > > > > > > > > > There was once a road through the woods

> >> > > > > > > > > > > Before they planted the trees.

> >> > > > > > > > > > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> >> > > > > > > > > > > And the thin anemones.

> >> > > > > > > > > > > Only the keeper sees

> >> > > > > > > > > > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> >> > > > > > > > > > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> >> > > > > > > > > > > There was once a road through the woods.

> >> > > > > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > > > > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> >> > > > > > > > > > > Of a summer evening late,

> >> > > > > > > > > > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> >> > > > > > > > > > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> >> > > > > > > > > > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> >> > > > > > > > > > > Because they see so few)

> >> > > > > > > > > > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> >> > > > > > > > > > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> >> > > > > > > > > > > Steadily cantering through

> >> > > > > > > > > > > The misty solitudes,

> >> > > > > > > > > > > As though they perfectly knew

> >> > > > > > > > > > > The old lost road through the woods�.

> >> >

> >> > > > > > > > > > > But there is no road through the woods.

> >> > > > > > > > > > > *

> >> > > > > > > > > > > The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

> >> > > > > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > > > --

> >> > > > > > > > > They shut the road through the woods

> >> > > > > > > > > Seventy years ago.

> >> > > > > > > > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> >> > > > > > > > > And now you would never know

> >> > > > > > > > > There was once a road through the woods

> >> > > > > > > > > Before they planted the trees.

> >> > > > > > > > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> >> > > > > > > > > And the thin anemones.

> >> > > > > > > > > Only the keeper sees

> >> > > > > > > > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> >> > > > > > > > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> >> > > > > > > > > There was once a road through the woods.

> >> > > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> >> > > > > > > > > Of a summer evening late,

> >> > > > > > > > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> >> > > > > > > > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> >> > > > > > > > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> >> > > > > > > > > Because they see so few)

> >> > > > > > > > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> >> > > > > > > > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> >> > > > > > > > > Steadily cantering through

> >> > > > > > > > > The misty solitudes,

> >> > > > > > > > > As though they perfectly knew

> >> > > > > > > > > The old lost road through the woods�.

> >> >

> >> > > > > > > > > But there is no road through the woods.

> >> > > > > > > > > *

> >> > > > > > > > > The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

> >> > > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > --

> >> > > > > > > They shut the road through the woods

> >> > > > > > > Seventy years ago.

> >> > > > > > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> >> > > > > > > And now you would never know

> >> > > > > > > There was once a road through the woods

> >> > > > > > > Before they planted the trees.

> >> > > > > > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> >> > > > > > > And the thin anemones.

> >> > > > > > > Only the keeper sees

> >> > > > > > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> >> > > > > > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> >> > > > > > > There was once a road through the woods.

> >> > > > > > >

> >> > > > > > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> >> > > > > > > Of a summer evening late,

> >> > > > > > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> >> > > > > > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> >> > > > > > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> >> > > > > > > Because they see so few)

> >> > > > > > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> >> > > > > > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> >> > > > > > > Steadily cantering through

> >> > > > > > > The misty solitudes,

> >> > > > > > > As though they perfectly knew

> >> > > > > > > The old lost road through the woods�.

> >> >

> >> > > > > > > But there is no road through the woods.

> >> > > > > > > *

> >> > > > > > > The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

> >> > > > > > >

> >> > > > > >

> >> > > > > >

> >> > > > > >

> >> > > > >

> >> > > > >

> >> > > > >

> >> > > > > --

> >> > > > > They shut the road through the woods

> >> > > > > Seventy years ago.

> >> > > > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> >> > > > > And now you would never know

> >> > > > > There was once a road through the woods

> >> > > > > Before they planted the trees.

> >> > > > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> >> > > > > And the thin anemones.

> >> > > > > Only the keeper sees

> >> > > > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> >> > > > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> >> > > > > There was once a road through the woods.

> >> > > > >

> >> > > > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> >> > > > > Of a summer evening late,

> >> > > > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> >> > > > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> >> > > > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> >> > > > > Because they see so few)

> >> > > > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> >> > > > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> >> > > > > Steadily cantering through

> >> > > > > The misty solitudes,

> >> > > > > As though they perfectly knew

> >> > > > > The old lost road through the woods�.

> >> >

> >> > > > > But there is no road through the woods.

> >> > > > > *

> >> > > > > The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

> >> > > > >

> >> > > >

> >> > > >

> >> > > >

> >> > >

> >> > >

> >> > >

> >> > > --

> >> > > They shut the road through the woods

> >> > > Seventy years ago.

> >> > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> >> > > And now you would never know

> >> > > There was once a road through the woods

> >> > > Before they planted the trees.

> >> > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> >> > > And the thin anemones.

> >> > > Only the keeper sees

> >> > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> >> > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> >> > > There was once a road through the woods.

> >> > >

> >> > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> >> > > Of a summer evening late,

> >> > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> >> > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> >> > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> >> > > Because they see so few)

> >> > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> >> > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> >> > > Steadily cantering through

> >> > > The misty solitudes,

> >> > > As though they perfectly knew

> >> > > The old lost road through the woods�.

> >> >

> >> > > But there is no road through the woods.

> >> > > *

> >> > > The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

> >> > >

> >> >

> >> >

> >> >

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >> --

> >> They shut the road through the woods

> >> Seventy years ago.

> >> Weather and rain have undone it again,

> >> And now you would never know

> >> There was once a road through the woods

> >> Before they planted the trees.

> >> It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> >> And the thin anemones.

> >> Only the keeper sees

> >> That, where the ring-dove broods,

> >> And the badgers roll at ease,

> >> There was once a road through the woods.

> >>

> >> Yet, if you enter the woods

> >> Of a summer evening late,

> >> When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> >> Where the otter whistles his mate.

> >> (They fear not men in the woods,

> >> Because they see so few)

> >> You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> >> And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> >> Steadily cantering through

> >> The misty solitudes,

> >> As though they perfectly knew

> >> The old lost road through the woods….

> >> But there is no road through the woods.

> >> *

> >> The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

> >>

> >

> >

>